The differences between America and England
Posted on November 6, 2009 by yankeebean
My grandma is English – she’s a British war bride that fell for a strapping American soldier. She moved to America back in the day and knew that it was going to be forever – basically she had metaphorical cojones…
I asked her once how long it took her to feel like she was American rather than English…
“Ten years,” she said.
And back in 2004, when I took to the skies, that seemed like a freakin’ LOOOOOONG time – BAD long, y’know? Impossible long. But now, five years in, it doesn’t seem so bad any more.
I think a big part of that is because I don’t compare America to England as much. Aside from a small number of niche cravings (Chicago pizza, automatic transmissions, yadayadayada), America is America and England is England – bada bing bada boom (I feel like I’m in the mob whenever I use that phrase, my kingdom for a Brooklyn accent!)
I don’t crave tea as much when I’m in America, I hop in the car without inner-moaning about how nothing is walkable, I LOVE STARBUCKS and unabashedly go there for a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious skinny latte without feeling guilty.
When I’m in England I make all my coffee at home and love it, I walk to the store and merrily (well, not exactly merrily) haul my groceries back to the flat up a big hill and then up 4 flights of stairs, I hang my washing out to dry without lamenting about our lack-o-tumble-dryer.
According to my awesome-Gram’s calculations, I’m half-way to feeling British. I wonder if I’m on schedule…
I definitely feel like something has clicked in my head that helps me deal with being an expat shamerican. My progress can be summed up by the quote of a wise sage, “Where ever you are, there you are.”